On weekend afternoons, the sun is just right, the sky is blue, and the views of the suburbs are breathtaking.

Ah Yan hadn't been here for a few days, Mo Beichen took turns off, and he had nothing to do to tidy up a wasteland in the backyard, planning to plant some flowers and plants.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the stone bench rang, and Mo Beichen hurriedly rubbed his mud-stained hand on his apron.

"It's me, Song Yifan. Before he could speak, he had already spoken.

"Mr. Song, is there something wrong with me?"

Song Yifan laughed softly on the other end of the phone, "Ho, won't you?

Did this woman really forget about the drinking party, or didn't she want to be invited?

Oh, she finally remembered that when she was having dinner with Song Yifan the other day, he invited her to a drinking party.

"I'm sorry Mr. Song. I was in such a hurry that day that I didn't have time to tell you. I think I'm still..."Don't go!"

Song Yifan interrupted with a smile: "I left like that without finishing my meal that day, don't you think you still owe me an explanation?

Song Yifan half-joked.

"This..."

It was indeed rude to leave the scene that day without an explanation.

"Come out, I'm at your door. With that, he hung up the phone.

Mo Beichen was a little incredulous, walked to the living room in three steps and two steps, and looked through the window. Sure enough, the silver-gray BMW was parked on the side of the road.

It's hard to ride a tiger now.

Mo Beichen didn't dare to slack off, quickly took off his apron, washed his hands, and walked out.

Song Yifan saw her coming out from a distance, and immediately opened the car door and walked down.

Song Yifan is wearing a dark European suit today, which is obediently attached to his long figure, which looks good.

Mo Beichen walked in front of him and stood still.

"Mr. Song, is the drinking party starting so early?

"It's not early at all, are you going to dress like this to go to the drinking party?" Song Yifan's critical eyes looked her whole body up and down.

"This..." looked down, a light gray thin shirt on the upper body, and a pair of blue jeans underneath. What's even more embarrassing is that the pair of white canvas shoes under his feet are covered with mud.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to change my clothes. ”

Song Yifan grabbed her, "No need, come with me!"

"But how do you dress like this to go to a drinking party?"

"Don't worry! I came here so early, of course, I was prepared. Song Yifan smiled mysteriously.

Mo Beichen didn't seem to understand, so he had to pull the car door and sit in.

Song Yifan drove the car fast all the way, seemingly anxious to let her know his plan earlier.

A high-end private image design hall, Mo Beichen was respectfully led in by two waiters.

"Hmm... Her hairstyle is preferably coiled up in part. Clothes... Pick one of your most expensive evening dresses, preferably generous and noble, and then reveal a little sexy, a little, a little bit!"

Song Yifan pressed his chin against him, examined Mo Beichen from head to toe, and pointed out the general direction of the shape.

After Song Yifan finished speaking, he walked towards the rest area and sat on the sofa.

And the woman in her work clothes here has a sweet voice and a lovely smile.

said to Mo Beichen: "Please come with me!"

Soon after she was settled, a male hairstylist who looked experienced came over.

The hairstylist first skillfully picked Mo Beichen's hair with his hands, as if he had already brewed a plan in his heart on how to create it. Then a confident smile came to the fore.

Time passes minute by minute...

finally understood why Song Yifan had to bring her over so early, and doing hairstyles was really a particularly time-consuming thing.

When he was about to fall asleep, the hairstylist behind him finally spoke, "Miss Mo, are you still satisfied?"

Mo Beichen didn't care about himself in the mirror, and said repeatedly: "Satisfied, satisfied." ”

Besides, if you are not satisfied, you should be pulled back and redone.

The young waitress stood behind her at some point, "The hairstyle is sitting, then please Miss Mo, please try on the dress!"

Mo Beichen got up and followed her to the dressing room inside.

The waiter opened the door of the fitting room for her and handed the dress to her hand, "Miss Mo, this is Vale."

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o The latest model of the year!"

Mo Beichen lowered his eyes and saw that it was an apricot pink dress, which felt silky and soft when touched in his hand. It really shows the most expensive temperament!

Mo Beichen took the dress and walked into the dressing room.

When I got in, I took off my knitwear and jeans, and when I unfolded the dress in my hand, I realized that the upper part of the fabric was a little too little?

Thinking that Song Yifan explained a little sexy to the waiter just now, I really regretted that I didn't correct it in time.

Gritting his teeth, he went inside, and the part above the chest line was lifted up and up.

Well, barely acceptable.